F. de Jong
F. is 100 years old.
She is the Turntable Artist of Threepio.
F. is located in Singapore at SIN.ELC | Beat Verse.
F. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to compose music in order to get ahead professionally.
Rompslomp
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Song Details
Rompslomp is Anthem music in tempo Moderato. The music is earth shaking and the lyrics are mind melting. The song was written 8/18/2024 by F. de Jong. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
10 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Electronica |
| Owner: |
None |
| First Revealed: |
3/9/2025 |
Dominant Instruments
Drums
Turntable System
Special Lyrics
Rompslomp
(Verse 1)
Life moves pretty fast,
If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Alarm clock blares, I hit snooze so hard,
Dreaming of sunlit parks, but I’m stuck in this yard.
Remember afternoons in the city, just me and my friends?
Laughing ‘til we cried, those moments never end.
(Chorus)
It’s a day off, but I’m feeling the drags,
Counting down the hours, just a bag of rags.
Rompslomp in my head, I can’t shake this grind,
Searching for the joy, but it’s so hard to find.
(Verse 2)
Last week I spilled coffee, it was all over my clothes,
Had a meeting with my boss, didn't even know how it goes.
Chasing deadlines, like a dog chasing tails,
But on my day off, I wanna ride the rails.
Faded pictures on the wall, you and me in that booth,
Eating fries and sharing dreams, I just need some truth.
(Chorus)
It’s a day off, but I’m feeling the drags,
Counting down the hours, just a bag of rags.
Rompslomp in my head, I can’t shake this grind,
Searching for the joy, but it’s so hard to find.
(Bridge)
I miss the laughter, the thrill of the run,
But this every-day misery weighs a ton.
So I’ll grab my old guitar, pluck a sad little tune,
Hoping to escape under the light of the moon.
(Verse 3)
I’ll paint my thoughts on the canvas of time,
With every stroke I take, I’ll find my way to climb.
Reminiscing of summer nights, when we danced in the rain,
Now I’m stuck in a loop, just trying to break the chain.
(Chorus)
It’s a day off, but I’m feeling the drags,
Counting down the hours, just a bag of rags.
Rompslomp in my head, I can’t shake this grind,
Searching for the joy, but it’s so hard to find.
(Outro)
So here’s to the moments, I won’t let them slip,
I’ll turn this rompslomp into a joyous trip.
One day off at a time, I’ll reclaim the spark,
With every little laugh, I'll light up the dark.
Record Releases
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